Outskirts–Central Area of Hill Forest
Deep inside an underground cavern, countless goblins were streaming rapidly outside.
Food...
Hunt! Prey!
They kept shouting, communicating their king's orders through harsh, unpleasant roars.
Buzz##*#&--
As they drew closer to the cave entrance, waves of commotion from outside gradually drowned out their cries of communication.
Emerging from the cave, the goblins looked at the gradually gathering population.
Dozens or even hundreds of times more goblins had gathered here than were pouring out of the cave.
Fighting, communicating, building, living—this place had clearly become a primitive tribal society.
Their gazes turned toward the distance...
The sun was setting. A procession of figures was emerging from the forest.
The goblins who had gone hunting were back!
The goblins returning with full spoils raised their prey high, brandished their weapons triumphantly, and shouted wildly.
But even more were the goblins injured during the hunt, staggering back in silence or howling in pain.
What a normal, peaceful scene this was!
The goblins of the population accepted the prey as they always did, using the simple herbs they had gathered to treat their injured kin.
Until the return of one group shattered this normalcy and peace.
It was a group that had suffered heavy casualties. Every goblin who returned bore serious injuries.
Goblins missing limbs were everywhere, and there were very few of them left.
How had they been injured so badly?
Had one of the hunting parties in the central area encountered a large monster?
The goblins in the territory were shocked and bewildered. Some goblins responsible for treatment were about to step forward.
However, the goblin at the head of the group kept shouting excitedly:
"Ya@#%! Ya@#%! Yiyaa#*la￥#...!"
Humans! Humans! So many...
Ignoring its own injuries, it shouted and ran toward the cave.
The goblins along the